Primal Boundaries

A year spent digging into the cave of treasures that lay hidden beneath misunderstanding, I found the primal boundaries I forgot to collect along the way.

A disinterested and dismissive dad bread dismissive and disinterested partners. An overbearing and ragefull mom cultivated a ragefull and overbearing attitude. Abusive and mocking siblings sent all of us to different corners of the world.

An object in motion stays in motion until acted upon by a force. A force so strong that it sends shockwaves into the nervous system and comes out sideways. Radical self awareness the only cure and pain it’s natural side effect.

No shame in saying goodbye to contracts that ancestry set in motion and collective culture puts pressure on those tablets from the mountain. Up on high with expectations that burn faster than the bush.

The deep ocean is the starting place to find a wisdom beyond what he thinks or she says about my character. Swimming with the fish that take in oxygen where no light exists and micro organisms not seen by the naked eye flourish.

Primal boundaries; the kind that knows how to laugh at the nonsense coming from the trained responses handed down to us from the grandparents-grandparent and put into a fallout shelter just in case you fall out of line.

A boundary deeper than, walk away, or talk to the hand. One that speaks louder than defenses and engagement. One that can ride the wave of silence or shout out with the same conviction to discern and not convict.

Primal boundaries can’t be taught and must be felt. They sing the tune of respect and fairness, forgiveness and honesty but most importantly the terrifying journey of sacred vulnerability that can only be felt under the surface of this so called life.

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